Chapter #2: The Dark Mark

The guard conjured Draco's lunch but all it consisted of was lizard tots, small frog leg and beetle juice. Draco sat at a table, alone at first. Draco slowly began to eat and reached for his Beetle juice, as he did something caught his eye. He observed his arm for a moment before flipping it over, there lie his Dark Mark. Suddenly it was as if being sucked into a tornado, his mind thought back to the day he received his mark.

Flashback

Draco Malfoy: "Father, do you think I am ready for this? I have just finished school, maybe I should receive more training…."

Lucius Malfoy: "Don't be a fool! You were supposed to get your mark last year, if it weren't for your mudblood girlfriend-"

Draco: "Don't you dare speak of her!"

Lucius: "Are you raising your voice at me boy? She was nothing more than a problem. But, no. No more waiting, it is time you become a real wizard."

They walked through two giant-sized doors.

Lord Voldemort: "Ah Mr. Malfoy and who is this? Oh, your offspring. (chuckles) So pleased to be here this glorious day? Today Mister Malfoy, you become a very close ally of mine. Come young man…tis' time to prove your loyalty."

Draco walked proudly toward Lord Voldemort, whom sat in a large velvet green throne. Standing to the left of him was Beatrice Lestrange and to his right was a cauldron with roaring flames. Draco's footsteps echoed off of the cold concrete floors and the black stone walls.The only form of light was coming from the flames and the outline of the giant doors. Draco now stood only feet from his Lord and master.

LV: "Give me your left arm."

Draco raised his arm and Voldemort firmly grasped it. Then guiding Draco's arm toward the fire he smiled. Draco's arm was now plunged into the burning flames. Draco's arm seared with pain and it was unbearable. He tried as long as he could to sty quiet but soon gave in. He roared with anger and he had decided that was the worst pain he had ever felt. It felt worse than being under the crustacious curse by his father, worse than Potter eating him at quidditch…but there was one thing that it wasn't worse than. Hermione leaving him. Voldemort released him and Draco cradled his arm, looking at it he was disgusted. His inner wrist looked burnt and bubbly…sort of like a burnt marshmallow. Draco then looked up at Voldemort, bowed his head and started to walk away.

LV: "Mister Malfoy."

DM: "Yes my Lord?"

LV: "Where is your lady? She is due for her mark as well."

DM: "She was murdered."

End Flashback

Pansy Parkinson: "Hey Drakey!"

DM: "Pansy?"

PP: "That would be me!"

DM: "What the hell are you doing here? Why the hell are you so happy to be here?"

PP: "I am eating. And food just happens to be my favorite thing. Are you going to eat your lizard tots?"

DM: "So then they found you? Where did you run to afterward?"

Guard: "Times up. Back to yer cell."

A/N: Well…that's it. Hope to update soon, I've already finished the story. The problem is getting a computer to write the story and upload it.